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Fifty Four


'Somewhere on the underground line, with Mark Hamill. We are investigating a disappearance. We find a purple glove at the top of one of the industrial extractor fans. Hamill turns the fan off, and lowers me down through the slats. At the bottom, in amongst a heap of dust and dirt, I find a human hand. We both know it is murder. I am unable to climb back up, so Hamill cuts me loose so that I can find a service exit in the tunnels underneath. As I drop down, I am confronted by another colleague. He tells me that the murderer is in the tunnels. We split up and wander what seems like endless corridors. All is brown/grey and similar to a military silo type complex. At the end of one tunnel, I am gripped by incredible fear; a man with a large moustache – who resembles Dick Strawbridge – is coming towards me. I cannot see his eyes underneath the green baseball cap he is wearing. He gets closer, and the fear intensifies. I walk towards him for some reason. As I get closer, he veers off in to a side tunnel. My colleague briefly appears, and follows him knowingly. I think they are in cahoots. I have been set up.'

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